You both move your comfy chairs away from the huge van toward the garage door. It's been widened significantly and retracts to the sides instead of upward. As the darkened garage is slowly revealed you can see that it looks sort of familiar. You can't quite put your chubby finger on it, but as you roll closer you notice that the walls, the bed, the furniture... It all looks like your room did! You smile and notice another double wide door that leads off to the kitchen. It's currently open and you can see there are several industrial ovens on and cooking something- a quick whiff tells you it's pizza.

"If you need me I'll be in my room," your dad says as he wheels his chair through your room and into the kitchen. "We got anymore tacos? Those 60 were tiny."

You wheel yourself into your room and find there's a series of buttons on your chair that allows you to close the garage door. It quietly rolls around and shuts behind you as you look around, astonished. Your bed is the same- just several times the size it used to be with some unmade sheets thrown over it like you left it. Your desk still has your computer on it, but there isn't a chair there anymore. You realize it's simply because you've got the one that moves everywhere so there's no need for it!

You turn the chair around and can see your dinky TV has been upscaled to be a decent sized HD one mounted to a wall. Under it sit the satellite TV receiver and your game consoles. A smile creeps onto your face as you pat your vast belly. This is the life alright. Though you need to see how your dad's made out. You roll through to the kitchen where Mike is busy cooking up some burgers on a huge grill. The ovens, you see now, contain huge pizzas that are bubbling with cheese.

You roll through and into the living room, or what was the living room. Now there's a bed even bigger than yours with the sheets askew, a huge, thick mahogany desk with a new computer on it, some bookshelves lined with books, and a TV that dominates one of the walls. Your dad's parked on his chair with a good view of the TV, a football game on it that he's focused on.

He's busy munching on a huge bowl of nachos that are coated in a cheese sauce that is thick, goopy, and delicious looking. You chuckle a bit and he notices you've entered the room.

"Oh hey, son. What's up?" he says as he licks his fat hand of cheese.

"Just coming to check up on you," you say softly as you see he's got a bit of cheese in his beard.

Your dad grunts and rolls his vast body to the side a bit as he dunks his hand back into the bowl. He rips a thick fart that you swear you can feel vibrate through the floor. As he drops back into place he just continues to chew his cheesy treat while you look on, impressed.

"Ah... there, more room," he says, patting his side.

So now...